(feat. Jadakiss, Timbaland)[Timbaland]Uh-huh, now what we gonna doTake it from the Eastside.. to the countryYa feel me? Ya feel me?Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchkaCheck the chorus...[Chorus x2: Timbaland]Jada talk so good, but they brain is not readyThey don't know knowBubba talk so good, but they brain is not readyThey don't know know know[Jadakiss]Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeahYo, uh, yeah, yo...Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurtWhen the hawk take the day offI make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirtIce make 'em look like stars, they comin throughOn the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin newand Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain isNowhere next to ready for this stainlessIt's no helpin you when them thangs melt in youand way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringerI'ma bring the hood to the farmBless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bongIntroduce them to the yak and cranberryAnd make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm goneEven if we run to war, I'ma still run the rawYou can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-fourDouble R and Beat Club, who hard as us?"R3: In the 'R' We Trust," c'mon[Chorus][Bubba Sparxxx]Uh, uh...Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigsand thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gigDoin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbonTook a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workinI'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's gracesNowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd placesBut still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and themBrought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friendNow we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in Yonkersand Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them Betty's come hereI'm doin for my family what y'all already done hereBut Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussionOf wither I'm that deal or a product of Timb's percussionY'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown onMe and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah[Chorus][Bubba Sparxxx]How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be meNotice how he see, the picture for it's paintingand poured you up of this mixture before it was taintedSee I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became acquaintedand I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change itThis shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it homeI ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song[Jadakiss]The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nineAnd it's still on nigga I'm stonger than corn liquor like I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be weededThat's what the industry neededKiss flippin' his flow, enemies heatedBut we gon' let the gats popFrom the old rifles on the dirt roadto the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrongThis ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song[Chorus]